Houghton Mifflin, 210 pp., $19.95
This is a novel that operates at the interface of reality and dream. Its subjects are show-biz stardom and serial killing. In real life—whatever that may be—its central character died in 1966, but in Gordon Burn's narrative she lives on into the present day. Yet Alma Cogan was a 'personality,' a creation of the media: in a sense she never really existed at all, except as a construct, a confabulation, 'a work of conscious and total artifice.'
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